When Rain Begins

Curtain of brown dusk
Could not hide your pleasant silhouette
From my sight.

Memories of a day
Being shared between evening clouds.
A moment still hanging -
With a last wish of a spring leaf.
Wild wind playing flute
As stuck up in a drey.
Gloaming listens to a drifting bird's swan-song,
'ecstasy of living is joy enough.'

Then…
Abyss within
Rain composes a rondeau
'I enliven grey soil'.

by Goutam Hazra

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